She had only sent him a message, asking him to call her at the designated time and to pick her up. She didn't say what to do next.
Han qiqing said, " I'm in a good mood. I'll treat you to a meal! &Quot;
Song Shijun had no objections.
Just as the two of them were discussing where to go for dinner, song Shijun's phone rang.
He glanced at it and didn't seem to want to take it.
Han qiqing peeked over curiously to see who was calling.
The car stopped at a red light. Song Shijun covered the screen with his palm, picked up his phone, and answered the call.
&Quot; Hey, I'm just about to go for dinner. I'm not going. You guys can eat by yourselves. She's not here, so it's none of your business. I'm driving. I'm hanging up. &Quot;
They chatted quickly. Before the light turned green, he hung up and put his hand on the steering wheel again.
Han qiqing rested her chin on her palm and turned to look at him. &Quot; who is it? " she asked.